21 April 2012
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you propose
mezzanine finance
for libertarian cities
the old indigenes
wouldn’t have blinked
like cowboy balloonists
they’d plunge towards
incendiary haystacks anyway
screaming with mirth
heedless of needles
but carefully
calibrating
some sort of landing
careless of callouses
they’d tug on ropes
cajoling gravity for
mercy
this confidence
of the dead
I never
get used to it